It's been one fucking long fucking bad day. Starting with the kids' egregious behavior this morning, continuing through hitting every intersection where I didn't have the right-of-way exactly wrong, and with two of my students keeping me right up to the last second of class to the point I was met with pixie tears because I was almost late to pick her up. And she wouldn't nap. And hasn't left my general vicinity since, and I need some fucking space after the fucking awful day.
Cricket left me a lovely gift in the middle of the floor: a hairball the size of a tennis ball. Right about the time I had to leave to pick up the imp.
And the kids' behavior has not improved over the morning. It's not necessarily bad behavior, not constantly, but they are a lot more prone to fighting than they even usually are. And I am less patient with their spats and their carelessness with each other, with toys, and with the dry-erase marker caps than I usually am.
I want coffee. I need coffee. Coffee is my comfort drink.*
I also need sleep tonight, because we have plans tomorrow.
Fuck it. If I don't get coffee, I'm going to end up screaming. Either at the ceiling, or at one of the children.
3 hours ago